Saturday, 13th January, 1866

Quite a pretty day. Bill started one plough to break up corn ground, in Enfield, Corbin with two mules. He rode to the Acquinton Church to see Mr. Houchings on some business. Returned after we had dined. The boys have been out all day, and Rose and Nan are strolling in different directions, Martha with them. They have been confined to the house so much. Stuart and I are alone in the Chamber when Ju and Horace walked in. They had been shooting partridges. I had a snack for them, and they left after an hour or so. I worked the button holes and put on buttons on Zac’s Va. Cloth vest. The children all came in about sunset, Hardie with some birds, and the rest with a nice parcel of persimmons for beer, all having enjoyed the day out very much. Stuart is an interesting, sweet child and has been company for me all day, and is so fond of me that I can’t help loving him dearly. There is one thing that saddens me so much. O! if it could be otherwise. I earnestly pray for it and that is all that I can do. I know not how to advise. It is a source of a great deal of trouble to me, would that it were in my power to remedy so great an evil. What a misfortune.